Author's note: Now, remember when I promised that things would be getting angst-er? Well…I was telling the truth. It only gets worst for Naruto and Gaara. So,

Sit back, relax, and enjoy! (SRE) ^_^


Family Sticks Together

It had been about two months since Gaara and Naruto's last mission, so it was still spring, but transitioning into summer weather. It was hot, even when the moon took over the sky - albeit, things did get a bit cooler.

It was dark. Naruto and Gaara hadn't been sent to their chambers, but were idly lying back on their hard mattresses in deep thought, in the dark. But peace never lasted long in this family, because shortly, Itachi waltzed into the room.

"Pain would like to speak with everyone. Come to his office immediately." Then he was gone, only there to deliver the message, and he sauntered around to Pain's office.

Upon walking into Pain's office, they heard an exasperated sigh for the first time escape from Pains lips. He was still behind his desk shadowed in darkness, as always, but they both knew an angry Pain wasn't pleasant, so they were anxious.

Everyone was in the room, all lined up around the walls, the center of the room barren. Pain sighed irritably. There held a thick silence in the room, no one speaking a word as they awaited Pain to initiate dialogue.

"Sir", Deidara started. "If you don't mind, may I ask what the problem is?" He asked, perplexed. Then an exiguous snarl pierced the silence that had succumbed around them once Deidara asked his question.

"We're broke." Pain stated bland.

"Excuse me." Zetsu said. "What do you mean sir? How are we broke?" He inquired, not exactly alarmed by Pain's statement, but instead much more disoriented. Then Pain snapped.

"You imbecile, are you unable to comprehend the words coming from my mouth?" He growled. "I said we're broke…we have no money!" His voice reverberated loudly, although he tried to keep from shouting, knowing that it would only make matters worst.

The room erupted into predictable chatter; except between Gaara and Naruto, who understood, but was far from really giving a shit. Maybe if they go bankrupt they could leave and Pain would be filed with negligence, and Deidara and Hidan convicted for impersonating adoptive parents. Perhaps.

"How is that possible?" Sasori asked. "Two months ago we collected payments, and just last week the -

"Shut up!" Pain roared. Sasori was silent. The entire room was silent. Pain released another vexed snarl, and then he took a deep breath in, and then out to calm himself. "Okay," He began more delicately. "Here's the problem; we've been loaning too much money and wasn't properly balancing the budget, so in a matter of weeks - no, within the week, we will be completely bankrupt." He explained, and again the room erupted with chitchat.

Pain slammed his fist on his desk. It hurt somewhat with the desk being stone and all, but he ignored it. "Quiet!" He demanded earnestly. Then again they were quieted, and Pain took another deep breath in, and then out, somehow resolving some of his stress on the matter.

"I have missions for all of you, and you are to depart as soon as you are given your orders. Do you all understand?" He asked somber. They nodded their heads. "Now." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "Now…Orochimaru, you and Hidan will pay visit to the Kurakosiki's, the husband owns an unpaid debt and I'd like you both to retrieve it. Try being humble, but if he refuses, bring him to me. Is that plausible?" He asked.

"Of course it is sir." Orochimaru replied, his voice thick and sickly. Hidan stepped forward, words unspoken, and was ready to proceed with his mission.

"Go," Pain edict. They bowed, and departed. "It was brought to my attention that we're going to need money to fall back on incase this dilemma occurs in the future. So, Gaara, you will be escorted by Sasori to deliver the drugs in the arsenal chamber. Do not worry, by the time you get to all your designated points, the addicts will be waiting for you. That's simple enough, now go." They bowed. "Keep in mind, these addicts are substantially wealthy, so be pleasant and advertise well." They bowed once again.

Gaara, Sasori and Naruto departed. "Naruto!" Pain growled frustrated. The blonde stepped back into the room as the two redheads stepped back to peer into the office from the hallway.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Where the hell are you going?" Pain growled.

"Uh…with, Gaara…and Sasori."

"Those weren't your orders." Pain stated. "If I wanted you to accompany them, I would've ordered it as such. You have a different mission." Naruto's eyes quivered, even the iris in his eyes quivered.

He and Gaara had never been separated; everywhere one goes, the other goes - except those few times when they separately entered Pain's office - but nonetheless they even went to the bathroom together. They were each others shield, and each others emanate of hope, why would he separate them?

"You mean…I can't go with Gaara?" Naruto asked his voice as low as a whisper.

"Those weren't your orders." Pain stated dryly once again. Then he turned to the two redheads at the door. "What are you two still doing here?" He snapped. "I believe you were given your orders, now go, unless you'd rather face punishment for your defiance!"

Gaara stepped back into the room, his feet planted defiantly as he stood by Naruto. "Naruto is coming with me!" He deadpanned.

"Gaara, do not test my patience. I have none for any of you at the moment." He said solemnly. Gaara stood his ground, spreading his feet a little further for safety precautions; incase Sasori tried to pull something like he had before. He readied himself for anything.

"I'm not afraid of you." Gaara stated monotone, not a tremble in his voice. Pain growled.

"Take him to his chambers…beat him until he learns his lesson." Pain ordered. Kakuzu took a step toward the redhead. Naruto jumped in front of Gaara.

"Gaara please, just go…I'll be fine." He pleaded, but Gaara's gaze was glaring into the shadows where Pain was hidden. "Gaara go please, it isn't worth it." You could hear the need in his voice.

"I'm far from being afraid of you." Gaara growled, malice threading his words. Kakuzu took several more steps toward Gaara; Naruto jumping in the mist of it had taken Kakuzu aback for a few seconds.

"Wait Kakuzu." Pain ordered. He chuckled lightly. "You're only seventeen Gaara; you know not with whom you're dealing with." He said, slowly rising from his chair, still shrouded by the shadows. "Heed Naruto and go before I allow Kakuzu to beat until you come to terms with my demands." While the man stood he was more intimidating, because never before in the eight years that they'd been there, neither Naruto nor Gaara actually knew the size of the man that seemed to be running the show.

Pain wasn't a huge guy, but he was big enough to strike fear into millions of people, including his comrades and Naruto…but not Gaara. Gaara wasn't going to be fazed by his size or threats.

Gaara remained standing adamant. "Go now!" Pain shouted, albeit, unintentionally. His intentions weren't to shout, it just spewed from his mouth from his lack of patience with the boy.

"Gaara please go." Naruto begged. He didn't want Gaara to go through any suffering because of him. He wanted to protect him, not put him in harms way. He was sure he could handle a mission on his own if that meant Gaara was safe. "Gaara," and the redhead looked down at the blonde, drowning in his quivering eyes. It hurt to see Naruto like this. "Go…please…please just go."

Gaara considered it. He didn't want Naruto to hurt, and he didn't want to see the mortification in his eyes any longer. He could tell he was dying from the thought of Gaara being beat.

But before Gaara could lessen the burden Naruto was force to carry, by telling him: "okay, I'll go", Pain had picked up the stapler from his desk and hurled it at Gaara, full force.

"Don't defy me!" Pain shouted before the stapler came into impact with Gaara's forehead. The redhead didn't see it coming, and he stumbled back, tripping over his own two feet, and falling on his arse.

"Gaara!" Naruto shouted wide eyed as he knelt down to the boy, who was now outside of Pain's office, and inspected him within milliseconds. "Are you okay?" Naruto asked concerned, and before he even got an answer he turned and glared at Pain. "Are you crazy?" He yelled to the man. "Why would you do that?"

"Do you want one too?" Pain retorted. He was seriously losing his composure, which wasn't good for anyone.

Before anymore damage was done, Sasori had taken Gaara up by the nape of his shirt and pulled him towards the arsenal chamber to grab the drugs, shovels and body bags. Then they left.

He'd whispered to Naruto that Gaara would be okay and to follow whatever it is Pain said. Naruto was contemplating on being uncooperative for what he had done to his brother but, for the sake of himself and Gaara, he decided to comply with his demands.

Sasori manipulated the wheel of his silver Fusion, Gaara slouching in the passengers' seat. Gaara groaned, developing an immense headache, and he felt around the knot that formed on his forehead, wincing when his fingers came in contact with the tender lump.

Sasori stopped at a red light and looked to Gaara. "You'll be fine." He said after a while. Gaara turned to him for a brief second before again concentrating on the newly developed knot. "I don't understand why you and Naruto insist on going against what he says." Sasori said, pressing against the accelerator once the light turned green. "Don't you realize that nothing will come of it?"

Gaara scoffed roughly. "I'll do what I please, because unlike you and the rest of them, he does not frighten me." Gaara stated, turning to peer out the window. Sasori sighed.

"I didn't technically say you had to be frightened of him. I'm merely stating that nothing good will come out of disobeying him. Just -

"Just be another one of his pawns?" Gaara growled, bitterly supplying for him. "I don't think so." He said, calming himself; at least trying to. Sasori shook his head with a slight chuckle, his eyes chained to the road.

"Gaara, you haven't changed a bit." Gaara turned to him, glaring.

"You don't know me, so don't act like you do." Gaara glared harder before his eyes adverted back to the window. "You're like the rest of them…afraid to stand up for yourselves and your morals. You're all pathetic…the day either of you try to emulate away from him, you're going to crumple into pieces before dying in your own thoughtlessness. You're unable to make a move without his approval. All worthless seamen, aren't you?" Gaara inquired, a small smirk threatening to take over.

Sasori opened his mouth preparing to give a speech, but ignored it, refusing to lie. He stopped at another stoplight, and turned to the smaller redhead. That is possibly the most accurate assumption to conclude at this point Gaara, it really is. He thought, but decided to keep his thoughts to himself, shifting his gaze back to the road, waiting for the light to turn green.

It was silent.

Naruto and Itachi had just arrived at their designated location. Both stepped from Itachi's black Ferrari. Naruto looked up at the hotel building which had the words: Beacon of Hope in a splendor purple and blue mixture on the front. (1)

The building was at least twenty stories high, and very chic. It was a great plausibility that not just anyone could gain admission, only the wealthiest, and famous, and those would had major connections, which is why Naruto wondered what he was doing here, but then it dawned him for the hundredth time since him and Itachi drove the distance to the one-night stand palace: money.

Naruto closed his eyes. Pain had given him specific instructions, right down to the amount of steps it would take him to get there, do what he had to do, and get back; or so it seemed. He closed his eyes to reminisce on what he had been told.

Pain had informed Naruto that he'd be taking transgression by following through with his mission, but would be rewarded for it in some way.

Pain had said - while they were in that little dark room he claimed as his office, before sighing and settling himself from Gaara's outburst - that he needed Naruto for a very special mission. When he was completely toned down from his adrenaline rush, he'd said: "This mission is no ordinary mission Naruto, it will be difficult."

Naruto had tried simmering his anger for the man, his fist clutched at his side and his body shaking with rage.

"You will be escorted to the Beacon of Hope hotel by Itachi, and from there Itachi will go up to the front desk at nine o' eight (2) and grab the room key from the desk clerk, telling him that he had an appointment with Mr. Xiou." He paused, Naruto remembered.

What else did he say? Naruto inquired in thought. He was so pissed off at Pain that he wasn't really paying attention. He opened his eyes, and turned to Itachi who was leaning against the side of his Ferrari, his head downcast, his bangs casting shadows to drape over his face.

Naruto sometimes wondered how it was that Itachi was so calm and cool through everything. Was it because he was use to this kind of life, or was it was because he really didn't care? Well either way it went Naruto felt like he could vomit at any given moment. Even though he wasn't technically listening to everything Pain was saying, what he said last really caught his attention and all his anger was disregarded.

"Yes Naruto, you will be soliciting. You will be giving yourself to all three of these men. They are wealthy, so make sure you entertain them well, and get a tip. Now go." He had said. Naruto was staring mortified at him, unable to formulate a coherent sentence, and before he had the ability to speak again, Itachi had pushed him out the door rather impatiently.

Naruto snapped from his thoughts, and looked around. The city lights were flashing; green, yellow, red, and the conglomerate hue of orange casting from the streetlights and onto the curbs. The city was beautiful, the lights, the cool refreshing air, the atmosphere, the people, just general society was exciting to be around, opposed to that dark, damp cave they called home - or rather hell.

Naruto looked up, gazing at the stars sparse glow, and the moons gorgeous cresset shape. He turned his gaze to the streets, where cars were zooming by, leaving a blur of white and red from their headlights and when they'd try to slow down at the blinking yellow light up ahead.

Naruto looked to his left, noticing the abandoned newspaper stand setup there. There was also an abandoned hotdog stand setup to his right. He never had a hotdog before, and he wondered if they'd be abandoned for long. Well they were only abandoned because of the time of day; in the morning (when he won't be able to come and witness for himself) they'll be livelier he supposed.

Itachi looked down at his wristwatch, noting it was nine o seven. He pushed himself from off his Ferrari with one hand, noticing that he caught the blonde's attention by doing such. "It's a minute before our plans are to proceed." Itachi enlightened his voice soft and smooth. "We have three minutes to get you into the room. It will take us a minute to get the keycard and two additional minutes to see to it that you're in the room. Let's go." Naruto stared at him. He didn't want to leave this beautiful sight, but just then he remembered more of what Pain had said.

"After you've attained the card from the clerk, Itachi will escort you to room three-zero-six. Itachi will then drop the key within the mailbox next to the door, and escort himself to room three-zero-nine. Mr. Xiou should be waiting for you in the room, and -"

Naruto lost his train of thought. Why can't I remember what he said? He asked himself angrily. It was pointless to force it, it wasn't happening.

Naruto looked to the Ferrari, noting that Itachi had left him and was going in through the automatic sliding transparent doors. Naruto sauntered after him.

Gaara didn't get hurt, he chanted to himself like a mantra. It was his motivation, although some may think of it as a weak argument to go and "trick" yourself off to three grown men you didn't know, but Naruto thought it as vague compensation to Gaara for all that's he's done for him. If he allowed Kakuzu to beat him he'd never be able to forgive himself, so this was for a good cause. For Gaara.

Pain was right. Delivering the drugs to the addicts was easy. They were all awaiting Gaara for their daily supply, and he was also right about them being substantially wealthy. They paid five hundred dollars for a tablet of ecstasy, a dose of heroine, and dime bag of weed. That wasn't even the deluxe package and they paid five hundred dollars - five hundred dollars!

"Okay, that's done." Sasori announced redundantly. Gaara sauntered back toward Sasori's Fusion, Sasori towed. Sasori pulled his phone from his pocket and punched in a few numbers, waiting patiently for the receiver to pick up.

Gaara glared at the nearby dumpster. They were in an alley, and the smell of the many trashcans and dumpsters agglomerating was putrid. The smaller redhead stole a glance from Sasori who was talking on the phone to someone. Gaara knew who it was.

During their mission, Sasori was as you put it, the watchdog. He scanned the area from one corner to the other, suspicion of someone watching them not quite settled into his stomach, but he continued to keep a watchful eyes gazing around the vicinity.

Gaara had been the initial drug dealer, and although the men he dealt the drugs to were walking into allies with business suits, and look rather sophisticated, he refused to endorse his product - or Pain products rather. Gaara idly wondered how the man was able to obtain the drugs, but didn't feel obligated to look further into the matter.

"Understood." Gaara heard the other say, and he stole another glace from him. Sasori closed the little device and shoved into his pocket, his pace accelerated passed Gaara. "Come, we have another destination to get to." Gaara glared fierce, and didn't hurry after the man. He'd get there when he got there.

The smaller redhead emitted an exasperated grunt, indicating his irritation with everything that's been happening, but he denied himself the trauma that would manipulate his mind if he chose to give in and think about it. He wondered where Naruto was. Then he clenched his teeth.

If they tried to persuade him to do anything too - uncomfortable, is that the word? - Gaara was going to kick their asses. Starting with Pain. He thought. The wind carried a light breeze that danced with some of Gaara's redhead locks, strands flipping randomly on top of his head. He stopped. He gazed up at the sky, relieving himself of prior thoughts.

What was it about dark and starry skies that got to him? He didn't know, neither did he care, but he enjoyed them. His eyes focused on the stars. He treated them like one of those connect the dots puzzle book, noting what image he could conjure if he connected enough of them.

His jaded eyes traced them over, rearranging, noting which ones were brightest and which were dullest. Once he was finished, and his mind concentrated on the image he created himself in the sky, he could clearly see a house. He could see a house with the front porch light on and a person standing out the front door telling him to come in. He wished he was at that house.

Another thought crossed his mind. Why am I thinking about this now in an alley? He shook his head at himself. Sometimes he gets so transfixed in his own thoughts that his surroundings don't even seem to exist. He proceeded toward the silver Fusion, and made a right turn down the alley. Glancing ahead he realized Sasori was waiting for him as he leaned against the car.

"Hn." Gaara crossed the street over to the man and his car, and without a word, settled into the passenger's seat. Sasori looked around, speculating if there was anyone that witnessed anything, and after concluding everything was clear, he hopped into the driver's seat and jammed the key into the ignition. The car rumbled and hummed a broken tune as it was brought to life.

"Is everything alright?" Sasori asked.

"Hn." Gaara replied, his eyes that were gazing through the windshield opting to stare out the passenger window, and he averted his eyes toward the flat transparent glass. Sasori didn't respond any further, and took off down the street to where their next destination was.

Naruto was in the room with Mr. Xiou. The man was round and hairy. He had a potbelly. His naked body hidden behind the thin robe that was open, and dangling from his shoulders. The man was staring out the window when Naruto had arrived, and he still was.

He'd told Naruto to sit on the bed, and the blonde complied. He sat on the edge of the bed as stiff as a board. He didn't know what to do and so he only sat there.

Naruto's heart raced. He heard the man coming closer to him - he could tell because the floor whined with each step he took. A lump formed in Naruto's throat, slowly suffocating him. The bed sunk under the pressure of Mr. Xiou's weight as he crawled toward the blonde.

Stationed behind the blonde, who was starring mortified at the door, the potbelly man stood on his knees and gingerly massaged the boy's shoulders. After awhile he began whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"You're so tense", the man began a hint of amusement in his voice. "Don't worry; I'll make all your tension and worries disappear, okay?" An unwelcoming chill plagued through the blonde's body at the perception of his sickly tone, and the kiss the man unexpectedly planted on his tanned neck.

Naruto closed his eyes and tried thinking of anything other than the predicament he's in now. He thought of school, cats, puppies, straws, and buses, anything that had absolutely nothing pertaining to sex.

"Relax a little baby." The man cooed. "I'll start off slow, okay?" The man's tongue swiped across the pulse on Naruto's neck. Another unpleasant shiver rushed through Naruto's body, but he tried not to show it, and he played it off as if he were shivering in delight.

"Oh yes, you look so sexy," Mr. Xiou purred. "Pain really has out done himself this time. Are you a virgin?" He asked with a hopeful glimmer in his eye. Literally scared stiff, Naruto didn't respond. "Well? Are you?" With a reluctant nod from the blonde, Xiou grinned mischievously.

Naruto tried to swallow through the lump in his throat. "A virgin ass huh," he chuckled. "Then there's no need for a condom then right? You believe me when I say I don't have an STD don't you?" Naruto's eyes widened to the size of four planets combined; he was petrified. "We're going to have fun breaking you in, okay?"

Naruto's shoulders felt like boulders, and no longer could he feel the massage the man was giving him. He was so out of it - whatever the hell "it" is.

"C'mon," Xiou began. He crawled from the bed, allowing his robe to freefall before sauntering in front of the blonde, naked. "Don't look so frightened". He said, noting Naruto's outrageously enlarged eyeballs. "Daddy's going to take care of you."

Xiou fidgeted around with the blonde's shirt; placing his hands on the boy's chest and abs, that had been developed so well due to his marital arts training. The pedophile was turned on by the boy's toned body.

Naruto felt extremely uncomfortable, but reminded himself of Gaara each time he was in discomfort, and that reason alone was enough for him to try and stay calm. Mr. Xiou slipped the boy's shirt over his head, ogling at his flawless skin and face.

"Suck my dick." Mr. Xiou ordered to the blonde. Naruto hardly understood what he had said because he was so overwhelmed with everything that has gone wrong in his life. Xiou ran his fingers through the blonde's golden locks softly. "Baby what's wrong?" He asked. Naruto stiffly shook his head. "Good. Now suck it." He demanded, gripping his golden locks and jerking his head down to his "not-so-big" member, and jammed it in Naruto's orifice.

The blonde tried pulling away from the man, the heel of his hands pushing against the man's pelvis. Unfortunately, the massive grip-lock the man had on the blonde's head prevented him from pulling away, and he was forced to gargle and choke on his genitals. Xiou pivoted his hips, making the blonde taste all of him.

The man moaned from the heat emanating from Naruto's mouth. Saliva congregated around the blonde's orifice whilst Xiou recklessly fucked his mouth into submission; until the blonde gave up and allowed the man to do whatever he felt willing to do with his body.

After a few brief seconds of coating his shaft with the young boy's saliva, Xiou roughly threw the boy's head back, forcing him to involuntarily fall back on the bed.

Instinctively Xiou attacked Naruto's waistline, stripping him of his pants and boxers. The potbelly man licked his lips in pure lascivious at the sight of the boy's naked body and tanned, limp member. He couldn't wait to fuck him.

He grabbed Naruto by his ankles and dragged him across the bed and closer to him. He took one of his legs and tossed it over his shoulder, and reached over to the nightstand for the hotel oils and squirted some onto him hand.

But without hesitation, the man swiftly shoved four fingers inside the blonde.

Naruto bellowed boisterously trying desperately to push the invading fingers from him. But to no avail. Xiou haphazardly toyed around with the boy's hole, not exactly searching for his sweet spot, but instead searching for that pain filled expression that brought him rejoicing pleasure.

Refusing to abate the severe pace of extraction and injection of his fingers inside the blonde, Xiou continued to penetrate the muscle around the boy's hole. "Damn you're tight," he chuckled. "What a virgin, what a virgin. This is going to be fun!" He forcibly slammed his fingers into him.

Naruto bellowed out the excruciating pain. The supplement of agony spewing from his mouth, and the screams of torment that he's undergoing broke him to pieces. Hells fire couldn't hurt worst. He tried to force the man from inside him, but again to no avail.

Xiou didn't overpower him, but the lust leaking from his eyes and dick was enough to keep the boy in place and in line.

Mr. Xiou pulled his fingers from the blonde, and Naruto gasped; eyes peeled wide. It burned. Convulsions were striking up his spine, in sheer harrow. He lied limp, distressed; breathing heavily and burning from the excessive stretching.

Naruto felt the man place the head of his dick against his entrance. "You ready baby." He whispered, and without requiring an answer, he shoved himself in fully; remorse thrown out the third floor window.

Naruto screeched belligerently, while the man howled in pleasure. Xiou endured the heat encircling his member, the excursion forking through his body. Feeling weak in his knees, Xiou pulled out slowly, relinquishing the heat around his shaft. Seeking that warmth once again, Xiou slammed back in full force.

Naruto groaned, clenching his teeth in attempts to assuage the discomfort. After a few more strokes of the man's shaft, he emancipated the blonde's entrance to no hope of it ever returning to its natural tight and puckered state. Naruto felt his body slip into a comatose and numb condition.

Over and over again, harder and harder, quicker and quicker, burning more and more, stretching further and further, bleeding more and more, hurting beyond belief. Even though in the situation he's in, Naruto denied the urge to shed a tear, denied the world the satisfaction of seeing him weak.

Mr. Xiou's efforts of ecstasy became more hardcore as he threw the boy's legs onto his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the blonde's thighs. He vindicated his opportunity to better access the blonde's entrance.

Naruto gawked with every malicious thrust the man gave. His legs were in the air while the lower half of his body was hanging over the bed being manipulated by Mr. Xiou. The man propelled his hips forward, ecstatic to be fucking such a tight, sweet, virgin ass.

Xiou lifted his legs from his shoulder and straight up into the air, fucking him harder. Naruto gripped the bed sheets tight, and he continued to clench his teeth. Naruto wasn't going to cry, he wouldn't shed a tear. It was beneath him.

Xiou proceeded to pound him into the mattress. Naruto could see nothing but the dim yellow light reflecting off the ceiling. His body was numb and squirming with an unpleasant tingle. Mr. Xiou went deep, forcing the entirety of his member inside the blonde's glorious entrance.

Xiou moaned/roared as his seamen flooded the blonde's body in an undeniable rush at seeking his sexual gratification. The man's breathing was staggered while he road out his orgasm. Naruto arched his back upward, feeling the transient seamen cool through his body.

Slowly, Xiou lowered the boy's legs, spreading them. Xiou collapsed, resting between golden legs and on the boy's toned abs. The sweat that formulated of the man's forehead rubbed off onto Naruto's chest.

Lifting reluctantly, Xiou chuckled. "Consider yourself de-virgin-ized." He said, looking down at the blonde. "Too bad I can't stay." He rose from atop the boy, sauntering carefully over to his clothes that were neatly folded on the dresser. "But I have a meeting I have to attend tomorrow." He enlightened, slipping on his shirt and pants. "But I do hope we can do this again sometime, eh?"

Naruto was out for the count, metaphorically and literally speaking. Xiou laughed. "It was so good you can't even speak huh?" He walked back over to the blonde, admiring his naked and induced form. Reaching into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, he allowed his fingers to cruise over the many hundreds before forking over five thousand dollars and slapping it down on the nightstand.

"The extra two thousand is for how sexy you are, and for how tight you were." He smirked. "I would ask you your name but that would violate the code." He said slipping into his nice alligator dress shoes. "Well, until next time, see ya baby." He scooped up his briefcase from the front door and exited the room.

Itachi, who was leaning against the doorframe of room three-zero-nine, watched as Mr. Xiou escorted himself down the corridor zipping up his pants. Itachi gave a silent "humph", and sauntered to Naruto's door. He grabbed the cardkey from the mailbox and swiped it, unlocking the door. He let himself in.

The first sight the stoic man came across was his accomplice's naked form laid across the bed seemingly inert, but judging how his chest heaved up and down, Itachi concluded that he was still alive. Itachi starred at him expressionless. Then his eyes fell on the money left on the nightstand.

He sauntered over and snatched up the money, depositing it into his pocket for safe keeping. He turned back to Naruto, studying him one last time before heading for the door. But before he could take two steps his cell phone rang.

"What is it?" He answered. "Yes…yes…of course…five thousand…yes…I'll be sure to tell him." Then he hung up the phone, and turned back to Naruto. "Pain would like you to know that he's proud of you, and that you'll be greatly rewarded. He also would like you to know that he like's how you're participating on helping the family, and to keep up the good work." He didn't know if Naruto heard him, but he really didn't give a shit, he had problems of his own.

He turned and headed toward the door, and that's when he heard Naruto make an incoherent noise that sound like a groan mixed with a pit-bull (3). Itachi didn't turn around, but instead sighed.

"My advice to you," the older man began. "The one thing you should always know is that family sticks together." He said. "No matter what, you do what you have to do for you family," he paused. "Family sticks together." With that as his final words, he stepped out the room and back into room three-zero-nine to watch two other random guys go in and fuck Naruto without a condom.

Family sticks together, was the only words Naruto comprehended, and was the only words he needed to hear to know what he had to do.

Get out!


Was it more angst or what? Yes, no, a little, not at all. Tell me what you think. ^_^

1.) You know how the liquor stores have the signs with the flashing lights that have different colors? It's like that. ("Beacon of Hope, in a splendor purple and blue mixture on the front").

2.) 9:08; I don't exactly know why I marked this one but I just didn't feel comfortable saying ("nine o' eight").

3.) I don't know why, so please don't ask. Lol! ("Sound like a groan mixed with a pit-bull").

So what do you think? Great ^_^, Good :D, Bad :(, Terrible T^T...all criticism welcome.